As we lay
Bellies full
Minds high
Eyes cracked
And my arm rests on you
I get lost in thinking about how
Metaphorically speaking my arm
Rested on your chest represents a
Portable radio on the kitchen side

Basically suggesting that although seemingly meaningless, the radio will make or break the contents of the kitchen
When positioned correctly, a lovely addition
When not there at all, empty looking

That’s when I realised, you are my peace
My mind is numbingly silent leaving
Me to think only about the strangest of things
I am my best version of myself
When laying calmly beside you
Caressing your body
Sending love through your veins
Like electricity through wires

No matter how much I try to paint my life
And decorate my own soul
At the end of the day
I always, always,
Feel grey and cold.

i can't sleep.

the thought of you beside me is
possibly older than the night herself,
with only mere daydreams
to fill your absence.

who would've known
that you could feel so homeless,
in the comfort
of your own bed?

FREEDOM

Never seen and only heard an understanding by spoken word
Incarcerated inside a body belonging to you
The scars of life rippling through
Etched secrets begin to form, the day a life was born
Muddled memories is how it starts with tales of truth to calm and sooth
Now I know it wasn't so bad was it worth the life we had
An understanding is all it took, freedom but why by hook?
Forgiveness is hard to stir happiness no longer a blur.